As if by Universal design, our Autumn journeys turn inward.
Traveling along quiet blue highways in a newborn Fall, the early-morning frost on the windshield and passenger window offered me a gauzy veil through which to make photographs that represent these inner journeys: scenes which leave more to the imagination than the blazingly overt images of the season just passed.
What first appear as planes of color, upon closer look reveal familiar shapes, and perhaps recognizable forms. Our eyes multi-task between the abstract and reality.
And so, our curiosity is free to move beyond passive observer and emerge as story teller -- or story finisher.
"Autumn," observes my friend and teacher Marv Hiles, "is the Tao of Seasons, a time to release everything."